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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Monks,
a-ha,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shoche,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.