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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.