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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Hoover,
Slave,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.