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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.