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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.