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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.