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 Chad and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.