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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.