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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the electroclash 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.