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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.