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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.