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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
The Evens,
Nico,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
The New Christs,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.