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 France and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
AZ,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.