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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.