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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.