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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.