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 States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Can,
the Human League,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.