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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Fugs to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.