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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Organ,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.