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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
The Evens,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
The Remains,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.