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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Franke,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.