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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.