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 Vietnam and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.