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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.