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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Q65,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.