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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.