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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.