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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Franke,
UT,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.