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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Names to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Q65,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
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.