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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.