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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.