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 Israel and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.