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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Brick,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.