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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Can,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.