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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.