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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.