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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
a-ha,
The Move,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.