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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.