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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.