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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.