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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vainqueur to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
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.