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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.