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 Angola and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.