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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a 808 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.