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 Italy and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Harmonia,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.