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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.