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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Radiohead,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.