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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.