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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Can,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.