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 Niger and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.