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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.