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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.