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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.