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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.