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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.