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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.