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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
JFA,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.