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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Das Ding 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.