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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Jandek,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.