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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.