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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.