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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.