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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.