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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.