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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.