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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 FM Einheit to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.