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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.