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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.