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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Index,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.