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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Suicide,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.