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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.