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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.