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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Audionom,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.