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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.