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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.