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 Congo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Mars,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.