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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
X-101,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Swans,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.