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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.