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 Spain and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ossler to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
John Cale,
Wings,
Oneida,
Accadde A,
Scion,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.