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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.