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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.