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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Black Flag,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.