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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.