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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.