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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.