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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.