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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.