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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.