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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.