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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.