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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
World's Most,
UT,
OOIOO,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.