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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.