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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.