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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.