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 Benin and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Teasers to the grunge 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-101,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.