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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.