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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.