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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Gong,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.