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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.