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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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?
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Television,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.