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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.