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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.