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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.