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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.