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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Television,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.