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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.