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 Grenada and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.