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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.