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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the jazz 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
CMW,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.