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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.