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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Fear,
Jandek,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Skriet,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.