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 Mauritius and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
The Index,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.