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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.