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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.