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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.