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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.