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 San Marino and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.