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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the grunge 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.