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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.