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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.