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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Whodini,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.