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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.