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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Monks,
Magazine,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.