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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.