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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.