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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.