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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.