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 Croatia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Monks to the grime 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.