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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.