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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.