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 Philippines and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Neu!,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.