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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Television,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.