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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.