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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.