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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Wings,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.