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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.