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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
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.