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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.