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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moby Grape 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Wire,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.