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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.