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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Madrid and Paris.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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?
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.