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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.