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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Sällskapet,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.