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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Bar-Kays to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.