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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Ossler,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Monks,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.