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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.