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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.