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 Moldova and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.