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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.