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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the techno 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.