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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.