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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.