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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.