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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.