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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Pole,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.