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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.