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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.