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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.