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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Smog,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.