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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.