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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.