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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.