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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.