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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.