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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.