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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.