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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.