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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.