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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.