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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Franke to the rock 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.