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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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?
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Television,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.