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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Urselle,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.