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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Delta 5 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.