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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
New Order,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.