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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.