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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.