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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.