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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.