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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.