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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.