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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Mars,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.