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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Hot Snakes,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.