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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
X-101,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Scion,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Television,
Nico,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.