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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Rosa Yemen 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 The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.