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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.