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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.