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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.