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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.