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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the grime 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
X-101,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.