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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.