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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.