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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.