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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.