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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.