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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.