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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.