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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro 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?
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Symarip,
Can,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Lalann,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
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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.