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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Mars,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.