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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.