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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.