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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Ossler,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.