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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
CMW,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
MC5,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.