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 Benin and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Television,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.