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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.