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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skatalites to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.