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 Germany 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.