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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.