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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Can,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.