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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.