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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
Can,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.