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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.