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 Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Von Mondo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.