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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Can,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.