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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.