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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.