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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Smog,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.