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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.