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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.