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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.