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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Magma,
Faust,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.