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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.