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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.