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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.