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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.