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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.