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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.