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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
MDC,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.