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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 ABBA 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.