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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 a snare and a linndrum 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Ossler,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.