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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
The Standells,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.