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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Mars,
AZ,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.