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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.