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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.