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 Congo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.