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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.