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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.