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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 ABBA to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.