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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.