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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
The Kinks,
Pole,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.