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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.