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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Essential Logic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.