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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Inner City,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.