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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
Wings,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.