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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.