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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.