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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.