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 Papua New Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.