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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.