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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Can,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Liliput,
JFA,
Visage,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.