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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.