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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.