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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
AZ,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.