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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.