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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Jandek,
Mars,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.