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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oblivians to the grunge 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.