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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 One Last Wish 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.