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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Television,
Black Pus,
Index,
June of 44,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.