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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Gong,
The Names,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Smog,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.