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 Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an organ 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?
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.