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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.