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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.