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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.