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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Slave,
The Evens,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.