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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.