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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.