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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.