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 Iceland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.