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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
CMW,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.