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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a mellotron 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?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.