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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
PIL,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.