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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.