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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
JFA,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.