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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.