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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.