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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.