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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
X-102,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.