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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.