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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.