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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
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.