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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 dance 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 mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.