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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.