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 Nauru 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shoche to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.