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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.