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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.