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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.