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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.