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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Crime,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.