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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.