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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the techno 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.