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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
DJ Style,
X-101,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Excepter,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.