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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.