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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.