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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.