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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.