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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.