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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.