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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.