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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Television,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.