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 Thailand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.