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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.