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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Scion,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.