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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Nico,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.