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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.