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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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?
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.