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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.