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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.