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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crooked Eye to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.