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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.