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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Crooked Eye to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Yaz,
Pole,
Can,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.