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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Faust,
UT,
Franke,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.