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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.