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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.