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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.