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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Fall to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.