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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.