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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.