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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.