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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
X-102,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
June Days,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.