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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.