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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.