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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.