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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.