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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Swans,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.