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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.