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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Television,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
New Order,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.