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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.