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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.