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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.