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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.