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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.