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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Mars,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.