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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.