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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.