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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.