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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.