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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
The Gories,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.