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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.