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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Supertramp to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.