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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 rhodes 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.