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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.