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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.