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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.