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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a güiro 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.