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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Radiohead to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.