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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.