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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scion to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Scientists,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.