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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.