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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.