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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.