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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 sitar 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 Swans to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
New Order,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.