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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.