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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Can,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.