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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.