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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Hardrive 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.