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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.