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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.