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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.