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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.