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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.