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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Slave,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.