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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.