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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.