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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.