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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.