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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Index,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.