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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.