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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.