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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Crime,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.