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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.