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 Liberia and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Darondo,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.