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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
10cc,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.