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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 808 and a theremin 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.