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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.