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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Chrome,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.