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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
The Saints,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
The Busters,
Echospace,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.