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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 snare 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.