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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalann to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Roxette,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.