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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.