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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.