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 Serbia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Pole,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.