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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s.
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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.