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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.