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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Hoover,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.