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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.