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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.