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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.