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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.