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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.