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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.