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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
the Association,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.