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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Human League,
Crime,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Main Source,
DNA,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.