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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.