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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
MC5,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.