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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Nico,
10cc,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.