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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.