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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.