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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.