Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Technova,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.