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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pierre Henry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Can,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.