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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Holt to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.