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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.