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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.