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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
CMW,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
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.