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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.