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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Television,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.