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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Trojans,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.