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 China 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.