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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.