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 Iraq and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Houston and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.