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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
The Move,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.