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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Franke,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.