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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moby Grape 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Little Man,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.