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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Sparks,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.