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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.