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 Finland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Section 25 to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.