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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.