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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.