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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.