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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Index,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.