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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.