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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.