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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.