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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
ABBA,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.