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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.