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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.