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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.