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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oneida to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.