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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
UT,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.