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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.