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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Quantec,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.