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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.