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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Smog,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.