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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.