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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.