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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 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?
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
The Dead C,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.