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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.