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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Whodini,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.