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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.