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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.