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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Nas,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.