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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.