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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.