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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.