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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.