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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.