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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.