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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.