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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rock 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.