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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.