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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.