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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.