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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Gong,
The Associates,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
MDC,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.