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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.