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 Moldova and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the crunk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Ronan,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.