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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.