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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.