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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Niagra,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.