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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.