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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.