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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.