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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Carl Craig to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.