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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
X-102,
The Standells,
PIL,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Brick,
John Holt,
The Wake,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.