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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.