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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.