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 Ghana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Techniques to the grunge 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
UT,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.