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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.