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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.