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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.