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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.