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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.