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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.