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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 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?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.