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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Japan,
JFA,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.