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 Chile and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.