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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.