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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.