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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.