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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.