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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.