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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
DNA,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.