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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.