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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
cv313,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.