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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.