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 Malta 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.