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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Zapp,
UT,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.