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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.