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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Faust,
the Association,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.