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 Germany and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.