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 Jordan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.