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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.