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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Mojo Men to the funk 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.