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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Skarface,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.