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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.