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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 snare and a guitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Section 25,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.