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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.