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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.