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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 a guitar and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.