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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.