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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.