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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.