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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.