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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.