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 Kosovo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.