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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
JFA,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.