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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.