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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.