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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.