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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.