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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.