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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.