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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Magma,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.