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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.